A small excerpt from my book, Americanism

Americanism is a book about the invasion of Staten Island, NY by insurgents whom attempt to overthrow the United States of America. After a serious blow to the American Government and its people, the US Military assaults the insurgents to cause a distraction so that the following factions can reclaim what is rightfully theirs. The gangs from the area unite with the mafia and fight alongside the civilians so that all can stop the oppression. (completion expected early 2013)

Submitted:Oct 31, 2012
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Across the canal from Staten Island, all eyes on the mainland
remained glued to their televisions, their computers, and their
mobile device waiting for reports on the takeover of the island.
Those living close by were able to witness, firsthand, the clouds
of billowing smoke and the occasional sporadic bursts of flames,
which appeared throughout the island. Sirens continually blared
their warning letting all know that insurgents continued their
siege.

From the mainland, a white satellite van came to a screeching
halt at the mouth of the Goethals Bridge. The logo on the side of
the van read, News Channel: New York 2. A man exited from the
driver's side while a woman exited the passenger's side of the
vehicle.

Brittany, the woman, stayed as close to the van as she could, but
also wanted to be as close to the action as possible without
being shot. But now, she was mad. She turned, and scowled at
Jimmy, the driver and camera operator, as he came around the back
of the van because he didn't have the camera rolling when she had
witnessed the fall of the Statue of Liberty.

Though scared, Brittany understood there was a job to do. She
considered herself the best reporter from New York 2. She was
determined to be the first to report the events taking place on
Staten Island. She believed what was happening could possibly be
the story of the century. She readied herself to report every
little detail in which her eyes witnessed.

Brittany wore a black jacket with a baby blue shirt barely
visible underneath and matching black skirt. She was pretty and
possessed a snooty attitude. There was not one blemish on the
smooth skin of her face. She had eyes, which invited men to try
their bet to be her friend. A plain hairpiece held her long,
black hair in a ponytail with not one strand out of place.
Conscious of this, she looked at Jimmy whom prepared the camera,
which sat on his shoulder, and ran her left hand across the top
of her head to make sure her hair remained perfectly in place.
She wanted to look her best for the American people. She ducked
and leaned against the van for protection when sporadic gunfire
erupted from way of Staten Island.

Jimmy, the camera operator stood just behind the van also using
it for protection. He wore a black and white checkered button up
shirt. Blue jeans covered the bottom half of his body. Black,
curly hair sat on top of his head. He loved operating a camera
and would do his best to film the greatest story ever told.
Though a bit shaky, he took a step away from the van and pointed
a finger Brittany's way. "We're rolling, Brittany," he stated.

"Okay, thanks Jimmy," Brittany replied. She smoothed back her
hair again to make sure she looked presentable for the camera and
the viewers. A shaking hand held the microphone close to her
mouth. Occasionally, she ducked at the sounds of bullets zinging
above her head with some close enough to part her hair. She
clamped her jaw tight to stop her teeth from chattering. She
closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she was ready, she
opened her eyes, held her composure, and proceeded to report what
was happening. "I am standing here at Goethals Bridge, across the
canal from Staten Island where anti-American insurgents have
taken control of the island. As you may already know, the island
is in utter chaos. It appears these insurgents are attempting not
only to take over Staten Island, but reports have it, our
country, and our government as well."

In reality, Brittany was uncertain as to what was really
happening. She looked towards Staten Island and could see things
were not good. She began to remember a friend telling her this
would happen, but she thought he was crazy and chose to ignore
him. In truth, she was going to make her report the best, so she
began to bluff her way through, hoping her information was right.

Suddenly, heavy gunfire broke out, which caused Brittany to press
her body against the van. Though fearing for her safety, she
continued to make her report. "It has been reported insurgents
have killed a countless number of innocent people." Brittany
ducked as a loose round flew over her head to shatter the window
of the van's passenger door. With the microphone still held near
her lips, she quickly looked at the camera, and then began to
speak. "It is believed the city's police force and other law
enforcement officials have been killed fighting the insurgents,"
she said. Another fusillade of bullets rang out with several
plunking into the front of the van. Brittany swallowed hard at
the fear engulfing her soul, but continued to report the story.
"Law enforcement has tried but failed to cross the bridge due to
fierce resistance from the insurgents."

Machinegun fire erupted from somewhere on the Goethals Bridge.
NYPD officers returned fire and began to advance, but the larger
caliber weapons quickly drove them back.

Brittany crouched down and hid behind the front corner of the
van, but continued to report on the situation. When she heard the
sounds of approaching vehicles, she glanced around the front of
the van to see approaching military personnel, and then ducked
back to look right at the camera. "A unit of the National Guard
has just arrived on the scene," she said. Bullets plunked into
the front of the van. She turned to look across the water to see
if she could locate the shooter.

Unbeknownst to Jimmy, he was about to record his own death. He
moved the camera angle to look past Brittany, but kept her in
view on the left side. The camera zoomed in on movement across
the channel. Off in the distance a muzzle flash erupted. The
camera fell to the ground, but kept the lower half of Brittany's
body in view.

Brittany watched Jimmy collapse to the ground. "Jimmy!" she
screamed. "Oh no, I think he's dead!" She stood erect and was
about to rush to Jimmy's aid, but stopped when she looked around
as panic-filled screams and the shouts of those nearby filled the
air.

She looked at those nearby and noticed everyone was looking at an
approaching green mist, which was making its way towards her. As
the cloud consumed her body, Brittany found it hard to breathe.
She began to cough uncontrollably, the burning sensation in her
lungs becoming unbearable. The microphone she held fell from her
hand. She bent at the waist, placed her hands on her knees, and
released the vomit from within her stomach, only to collapse to
the ground with her eyes locked in a dead stare at the lingering
green mist.

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